This is a poem about growing up and what I feel we should all do in the end. I have got to mention that I got my inspiration by listening to the soundtrack of Life Is Strange (Santa Monica Dream and Obstacles mainly).
Goodbye to the dear world unique to each one of us
Goodbye to the smiles that used to be so familiar
The fog can no longer be ignored nor played with
Now it surrounds us and demands to be cleared by ourselves.
Goodbye to the once solid colors
Now turned into a landscape of different tones each one.
Goodbye to the simplicity of careless laughs
The sky now with endless meanings according to many things that once we could decide to be oblivious to for it could not touch us, it could not hurt us.
Each solid color has now acquired a different tone
Lighter, darker
Each of them is to choose after what life has given them individually
But none is able to look back to their original tone
Everyone is very busy trying to overcome and forsee the different obstacles each has
Goodbye to the ones we have left behind
Ironically, singing about the future, we cannot help to glimpse at the past and wonder where they are
Somewhere, nowhere, lighter, darker
Thinking that maybe we could go there and find them, hoping to meet once more the familiar smile and laughs, the familiar tones who together once mocked at the fog, those faimiliar tones that would mock at how much we have changed and lost and gained, giving it not the importance it now represents.
With a warm smile and now well known heartacke we decide to leave those memories intact
And so we hope the best for the ones we left behind.
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A way we find to treat the heartacke is to pass on our original tones and simple careless smiles to fresh colors
Give them the old songs that still put a comforting smile unto our hearts
Give them the once known mockery that can still help us give light to dark places
Give them the necessary and basic tones that make us feel older
Give them the simplicity in complex places that can still refresh and calm us down
Give them a world they can look back to and find relief once they have left us and their old lively habits behind.
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